Girls who Smile

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She has an easy smile. Different light.

Other men toss and toil. She shines bright.

She can’t understand the struggle that binds.

A different perspective, a wasted life.

Time won’t heal your wounds. Scars are eternal.

Forget-me-nots ignorant of have-nots.

The privileged station is undeserved.

Children in the eyes of suffering men.

Longing for caresses and hands held tight.

They kneel before queens, but won’t challenge gods.

Detestably aware, unspoken words.

Crown and glory for salvation of none.

Bittersweet moments. Losing momentum.

The bear trap closes, locks the soul in tight.

Forbidden fruit is the rotten apple.

Sworn fealty to the innocents who cry.

Forgotten miscreants, subjects of pain.

Trying to get by in your world, so cold.

Shallow, hollow, farcical bed of lies.

Face in the mud, the dirt covers slowly.

Until all that is left are our remains.

Untouchable for a moment in time.

Only in thought. The message was not passed.

Carry on the burden, the weight’s not bad.

Only time can heal the wounds, while she smiles.



Tarquinius and Lucretia

Dam the river, stop her tears from flowing.

Before her torment carries on downstream.

Tidal wave emotions that will crush us.

She’s been abused, and she will take no more.

Fiendishly simple, complex sensations.

Reinvented for her foes long gone now.

They think she forgot, stronger memories.

Recollection of what she couldn’t bear.

Their faces, the same. Her thoughts are insane.

Ravished and ravaged, she plans her revenge.

She doesn’t care who suffers. She will choose.

Hopeless, uncaring, she won’t spare the world.

The wrath of her scorn makes demons run scared.

Her scars have dried up, make her numb to pain.

So far removed from the child I knew.

She won’t hold hands, won’t even look again.

She’ll cross the street, the cars honk, she ignores.

A method of madness on a mission.

She won’t let the postman knock even once.

She wears her boots, curled under the covers.

Afraid of the darkness and men that come.

Weary and wary, it won’t happen twice.

Seal tight the valve, let nothing pass through it.

She closes her eyes and leaps off the ledge.

Once more, no one was there to protect her.

Innocent, but charged

You took your love away, no charges filed.

Guilty of crimes I haven’t committed.

You refused to put forth allegations.

I would gladly appeal the conviction.


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Punished anyways, unanswered questions.

A thief in the night, snuck away from me.

Went to deal with someone less qualified.

You took my heart, sold it under value.

Not only my kingdom, my crown gone, too.

Right under my nose, and I smelled nothing.

Like a memory confused with wishes.

I can’t distinguish what was real or fake.

Dual personalities, which was you?

A schizophrenic roller-coaster ride.

How do I deny the thoughts that come back?

Was it me? Was it you? Who is to blame?

Whether luck or fate, the demons still haunt.

They terrorize my mind, have no mercy.

Sweeping across the landscape of my dreams.

I try to run, try to hide, but they know.

A victim beyond reasonable doubt.

Yet a standard of proof none can provide.

God grants no quarter to the innocents.

Guiltiness charged by my own state of man.

I would embrace death if life could end soon.